George F. Weasley (gredilicious) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-10-18 02:02:00

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Who: TWINS (with a cameo from the pups)
When: Early morning
Where: Twinville
Rating: T - for Twins
Summary: Shenanigans... craziness, who knows?

Ten feet padded - well, technically, two feet and eight paws - softly on the floor leading to the room at the end of the hall. The owner of the feet turned to the two puppies following him and made a shushing motion with his finger to his lips before turning back to the door and opening it ever so slowly. Peering inside, a devilish grin spread on George's face as his eyes fell upon his still slumbering Twin.

"Okay," he spoke in a very soft voice as he crouched down and addresses the puppies. "He's still asleep so here's the plan. We sneak in... not yet, Guinness," He paused, putting a hand in front of one of the pups. "We sneak in. You two climb onto the edge of his bed... and then pounce."

The puppies wagged their tails, seeming to like the plan. George pushed open the door and the puppies obediently went along with the plan, sneaking in and climbing on the side of the bed (with a little assistance from George). He held up his hand and counted to three and then the pups pounced and initiated a Puppy Attack on their victim - licking, nudging and generally bothering the sleeping Twin awake.

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forgeous
2011-10-24 07:17 pm UTC (link)

'Will.' Fred repeated his Twin's affirmation, giving George a little smile. He loved the fact his brother was on exactly the same page as him, but what he loved even more was the little nudges of encouragement his Twin always gave. George was definitely a positive influence in his life and Fred was thankful for him. Of course, if he ever voiced any of those thoughts he'd be called a sap. But Gred would know, he always did, just from that smile. 'Yeah, Gin's good at promotion.'

Smirking at the dry comment, Fred poked his Twin in the side, the most he could manage when being hypnotised by cute puppy eyes. Merlin knew he was a sucker for those already and Nessie and Caff seemed to know it. Little buggers. Glancing at his Twin, he noticed the smile on his face and leaned against him for a second. Being affectionate for once. 'Have you had breakfast yet?' He asked, seemingly out of the blue.

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gredilicious
2011-10-25 04:04 am UTC (link)

"Send some to her tomorrow with some new order forms." George replied with a small nod, knowing their sister would help them out. The order forms and the ads were the easy part - they could be finished in a few hours tops - the inventions themselves would take a little longer. It was a Monday so they didn't really have to be at the club that night, Mondays generally being slow unless there was an event on.

He wiggled a little at the poke and let Fred lean against him for a bit. Fred wasn't like him, making a show of being affectionate, but it was the little actions that showed George that his Forge cared. However, those actions were rare so George took any affection his Twin offered without question.

The question cause George to frown in thought and then he shook his head. "Nope," His frown then turned into a little smile. "Pups have had breakfast. I wanted to wait for you. So, what do you want?"

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forgeous
2011-10-25 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Ginny was brilliant at publicity, much better than Ron had ever been. But then, Gin was brighter than Ron anyway. Most people tended to be. Fred fully planned on spending all day, and possibly most of the night, in the Lab. Once he and George had ideas, they made it their mission to produce the finished product as quickly as possible, testing different prototypes on themselves as they went.

Chuckling as Gred wiggled, Fred looked down as Nessie woofed quietly, telling them both to stop fidgeting. Caffrey had already fallen asleep and tiny little puppy snores were emanating from under the covers. Leaning his head on George's shoulder, he smiled at his Twin's words. 'Cake. Maybe pancakes... and bacon sandwiches.'

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gredilicious
2011-10-25 10:19 pm UTC (link)

George chuckled lightly at the small woof, patting Guinness' head so he settled again. "Aren't you just the bossy pup today?" Guinness just let out a yawn in reply and closed his eyes, content enough to start drifting to sleep.

"And milkshakes to go with it?" George added, sounding more like a question. Fred was the leader of the pair, he made all the important decisions like the breakfast menu. He tilted his head so his cheek was pressed to the top of his Twin's head. "I can make the pancakes... with choccy chips or without?"

Guinness opened his eyes and gave both Twins a look that said 'I'm going to have to move, aren't?' almost as if sensing the Twins were planning on moving. The pup stood and nudged the lump in the blankets that was Caffrey before nosing his way under the covers as if investigating what his twin-pup was doing. Guinness and Caffrey had personalities of their own, although each seemed to inherit a little something from Fred and George.

Smiling, George pulled the covers over Nessie's little form. "So, kitchen? Or have we developed mind powers to get the food to cook itself and then bring itself to us?" There was probably a way they could actually do that with magic, but cooking was one thing George preferred doing the Muggle way. It was the way his Mum did it and food always seemed to taste better when made by hand.

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forgeous
2011-10-26 05:07 pm UTC (link)

'Bossy Puppy.' Fred chuckled, scratching under Nessie's chin lightly as he yawned.

'Mmm choccy chips, melty.' His stomach growled then, causing Caff to shift slightly in his sleep. Fred couldn't remember eating anything the night before, which probably meant he hadn't had anything since the lunch their Mam had cooked them at the Burrow. If his Twin found out, he'd be in trouble.

Carefully, Fred moved Caffrey from his chest and set him down on the mattress, watching as Nessie curled up beside him. 'Lazy Pups.' He commented, stretching a little before clambering out of bed. Shivering, he almost dived back under the covers, but managed to resist, instead pulling on a jumper that he found on the floor.

'Oh... big... must be Olly's.' Closer inspection showed it to be a part of Wood's Puddlemere uniform and he grinned. 'Mine now.'

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gredilicious
2011-10-27 04:28 pm UTC (link)

George chuckled when he heard his brother's stomach growl, unaware that his Twin hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. "Hungry Twin." he poked Fred in the side. If he had found out Fred hadn't ate anything George would get a look of disapproval on his face that could rival Molly Weasley's. He didn't like it when his Twin forgot to eat. It worried him.

His movements to hop off bed were a little slower. He had no need for extra clothes having already pulled on one of his jumpers when he got out of his own bed earlier, so didn't feel the cold as much as Fred, but still gave a slight involuntary shiver when his Twin did. The shiver wasn't so much from him feeling the cold but was part of mystery of being in sync as Twins. At least that what George guessed. He could never rightly explain why he sometimes did the exact same thing as Fred at the same time.

He looked up at the jumper Forge had pulled over his head, recognising the colour blue. "Looks better on you anyway. Oliver probably has several more matching. One for every day of the week." Oliver, if anything else, loved his Qudditch and was loyal to his team - otherwise why else would he have stuck with Puddlemere for as long as what he had. A lot of people who starting playing at the same time as Wood had at least two, maybe three, teams on their resume by now, but not Oliver. Puddlemere United boy through and through, that one.

A slightly crazy cheeky grin appeared on George's face, on full of mischief. "Race you to the kitchen." He said with a slight childlike carefree tone before racing out the door of Forge's room.

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forgeous
2011-10-29 02:07 pm UTC (link)

'Mmm hungry Twin, you must be too.' He squirmed away from the finger poking him, chuckling despite himself. Really, being twenty years old, male and ticklish was silly. But Fred was, unfortunately. 'Choccy chip pancakes, bacon sandwiches and 'nana milkshake!' His stomach growled again and Forge patted it. 'Belly agrees.'

Beaming at the compliment, Fred trotted across to the mirror and gave himself the once over. 'I agree.' Twisting a little to see the back, he smirked slightly. 'Name's wrong though, I'm not Wood 1, I'm Weasley 1, or Twin 1.' He laughed at George's comment, the Keeper certainly lived and breathed Quidditch and was loyal to Puddlemere.

Catching sight of the grin, Forge mirrored it, knowing exactly what was going through Gred's mind. As his Twin raced out of the room, Fred chased, haring along the landing at full tilt. He caught up with his Twin at the stairs, but instead of running down them he slid down the banister instead, hopping off a second before colliding with the post at the end.

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gredilicious
2011-10-30 09:16 pm UTC (link)

As Fred listed the food his stomach let out a little rumble. He looked down at it, looking a little stern. "Sssh, you're going to get fed shortly." Yes, George talked to his belly as if it were another person. He was normal.

"I can fix it." George beamed moving over to stand next to his Twin in front of the mirror. He liked being able to fix things. "Charm would work but not permanent. Simple Transfiguration on the thread would make the letter changes stay there for life, unless you decided to use the counter spell." He was pretty good at coming up with spells on the spot. They both were, hence why the shop was so successful. But George always had more of a knack for Transfiguration.

Laughing while they raced, George stopped at the top of the stairs as Fred slid down the bannister. He apparated with a loud crack to meet his Twin at the bottom. It probably counted as cheating but he didn't mind in this instance. He ran again to the kitchen, skidding to a halt as he entered the room.

George immediately went about setting up to make pancakes, getting out the ingredients to make them from scratch. None of that Muggle store bought instant, just-add-water crap for the Weasley Twins.

"Can you make the milkshakes while I get a start on these?" He asked, putting the things he needed into the bowl and mixing them together. He probably had more than enough pancake mix for the pair of them but as their Mum always seem to say when it came to food - it was better to have too much rather than having to starve. Food was the one things the Weasleys never really seemed to skimp out on.

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forgeous
2011-11-01 07:05 am UTC (link)

As Gred stood beside him, Forge smiled at his Twin in the mirror. 'Transfigure it then. I'll always need jumpers.' Even if he and Oliver fell out, he wouldn't be giving the top back. It was extra warm and had charms to keep rain and wind out woven into the fabric. 'You decide, Twin or Weasley.' Fred was quite happy to let George change the lettering whilst he was still wearing the top, not afraid that his Twin would accidentally do something to him. Besides, if he did, Forge was excellent at revenge.

'Cheat!' Fred shouted, scampering after his Twin and sliding across the kitchen as his sock clad feet hit tiles. 'Aaah, save me fridge!' His wand was upstairs, under his pillow, so he had to grab hold of the appliance to stop his skid. The Twins, being Arthur's boys, had fully functional muggle appliances in their home. The big rambling place had been owned by muggles previously, so all the wiring was in place.

'Yes. I can make milkshakes.' Snagging the milk from his saviour, he grabbed enough bananas and tipped the fruit and milk into a jug. 'Oh... need my wand.' Running back upstairs, he retrieved his wand and apparated into the kitchen. Tapping the side of the jug to mix up the ingredients, he added some honey to sweeten the shakes then poured them into two pint glasses. 'Done!'

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gredilicious
2011-11-01 01:13 pm UTC (link)

George gave a little shrug as if to say 'well, okay then,' and pulled out his wand and transfigured the name. He settled for 'Twin' because a) there were a number of Weasleys but only two Twins - which was a little more special in George's opinion - and b) because 'Twin' had the same amount of letters as 'Wood' so it wasn't as fiddly because he didn't have to add letters.

"Done." He beamed at his handy work after checking it over. He knew he'd got it right the first time because Transfiguration was his specialty - but it didn't hurt to double check.

George chuckled, watching his Twin skid across the floor in his socks. It looked like fun. He'd have to try it out, but later, breakfast was more important. "What can I say?" George replied casually to the 'cheat' comment. "Am fucking a Slytherin. He was bound to rub off on me some time." And yes, he knew one could take that in a crude context - hence he purposely worded it that way.

He put the pancake mix complete with choccy chips into the pan and left them to cook. When Forge said he needed his wand George went to offer his own but his Twin had already taken off back up to his room. George shrugged and turned back to the pancakes, flipping them over magically with his wand. It was too early to go hunting about in the drawers for a spatula.

He had a small pile of pancakes going by the time Forge announced done. "Yay!" He cheered, reaching over and grabbing his milkshake a taking a sip. "Mmm, 'nana and honey. Pancakes are nearly done. Though I think I made too much." He gave a little shrug, not really worried about having left overs. They could have pancakes for lunch too. "You still wanna make the bacon sandwiches?"

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forgeous
2011-11-06 03:46 pm UTC (link)

'Excellent!' Twisting to look at his Twin's handiwork, Fred grinned. The jumper looked much better now.

'Rub off on you.' Fred parroted the words as his Twin was prone to do. His nose wrinkled as he got the double meaning and he paid his milkshake far more attention than was necessary. Standing at Gred's side, he watched his brother flipping pancakes for a moment.

Sipping his drink again, he wandered over to the cupboard to get plates. Setting them on the table with cutlery, he thought over his Twin's words. 'Pancakes first, if still hungry, bacon.' He scratched the side of his neck. 'I'm sure there won't be any left when we're done.'

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gredilicious
2011-11-07 05:26 pm UTC (link)

George chuckled a little at his Twin's nose wrinkle, knowing that one of the meanings of what he said was probably a little too much information for his Forge. The Twins weren't really the type to discuss the nitty gritty details of their sex lives with one another. Oh, sure, they knew what the other got up to but there was a line where the information just stopped.

Finishing up the last of the pancakes, George looked over his shoulder at his Twin when he spoke, giving a little smile. "Very hungry Twin," he murmured softly, almost as if in deep thought. He turned back to the pan and took out the last pancake before switching everything off and leaving the pan to cool. He'd throw a spell at it later to make it wash itself up.

"Okay, pancakes are done." He carried the large plate with the high stack of them over to the table before plonking himself down in his usual seat. He began loading up his plate and then stopped as he remembered his milkshake on the kitchen bench. "Milkshake." He blurted out, summoning it to his outstretched hand.

He sipped his milkshake happily and looked to Fred. "Dig in, Forge. Get 'em while they're still warm. Choccy chips still melty."

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forgeous
2011-11-19 09:41 pm UTC (link)

Fred most certainly did not know everything about his Twin's sex life. Nor did he want to know. That was why at certain times he made sure he had his Twin sense switched off. After waking up a few times feeling a lot hornier than he should have; he soon gathered when it was appropriate to shut down the strange link they shared.

At Gred's muttered words, a guilty look crossed Forge's features. He knew George worried about him when he forgot to eat and from the thoughtful tone in his Twin's voice, Fred knew his brother already had a vague inkling that he'd skipped dinner last night. As Gred declared the pancakes ready, Forge smiled again, settling in the chair opposite his Twin.

He watched for a moment as George loaded his plate, sipping his milkshake again. Both Twins had good appetites, for the most part, but Fred's was more prone to fading than Gred's. Though when faced with stacks of delicious melty choccy chip pancakes, he didn't really need George's encouragement. Loading his plate with most of what was left, he started to tuck in, humming in delight at the taste. 'Best pancakes ever, Twin.'

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gredilicious
2011-11-22 01:17 am UTC (link)

Gred knew Forge was more prone to skip a meal than what he was and he supposed the worry he felt over that fact was inherited from their mother. Molly Weasley never liked anyone to go unfed, especially her children. However, unlike Molly, George never nagged his Twin brother when he forgot to eat - just sent him a few worried looks so Fred knew he didn't like it.

A satisfied grin appeared when Fred praised his pancakes, humming a little around his own mouthful in agreement. "So what do we need to make the Halloween pranks? Have we got everything in the backroom?" George was always rather excited to start on a new project and the Halloween ideas that they shared earlier looked promising so he wanted to start as soon as possible.

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